Bit of a weird day today. Not for any major reason, just a series of slightly odd happenings. It stared off in the early hours of the morning, whilst sat on the toilet in the half-light, mid-ablutions. I reached down to stroke Winnie, our lovely little black cat who’s crouched beside my feet.
Only she isn’t.
I am in fact stroking a pair of my husbands dirty boxers, casually strewn on the bathroom floor. . . Ew.
Odd thing number two: Grace spends the entire morning talking through gritted teeth. What’s that about? It’s like trying to parent Wallis (of Wallis and Gromit.) It lasted solidly for approximately 2 and a half hours, then PING – back to normal. No sign of this bizarre verbal phenomenon before or since.
Odd thing number 3: I freaked out this evening as there was a weird creature in the front garden. Grace was snoozy on my lap so I couldn’t get up from the sofa to have a proper look, but I could just make it out through the window, and it really did spook me. It was getting dark so I couldn’t see much, and at first I thought it was a cat, but it started to move about in such a curious way that I actually got a bit creeped out. It was only the size of a cat and light in colour, but it’s arms came out to the side like a humans and it head kept nodding at me. I strained like mad to see it more clearly, hoping that the harder I looked, the quicker something obvious would materialise. However, the more I stared the more freakish it got. Starting to panick a bit and with brief ideas of alien invasions springing to mind, I shouted for Stu to come through from his office and pointed it out in a bit of a tiz.
Stu was very patient in his explanation of the fact that In The Night Garden was on the TV, and I was in fact seeing a reflection of Makka Pakka. He then passed me my glasses, and affectionately called me a moron before going back to his work.
No more weird things today please. Or maybe I just need a bit more sleep and a bit less red wine of an evening?